Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.